Barbican by The Orgone Box Lyrics

[Verse 1]
They were talking about the Barbican
An orchestra, a fifties man
Alice through the looking glass
Drinkies on the plane
Told 'em that you're working-class
Now you won't be going there again

[Chorus]
Whole days moving in the wrong direction
The goal being the supersoul
Lost in the riddle of the grand deception
A game for which I'm designed

[Post-Chorus 1]
Oh, I don't give a fuck about the Barbican
Or the revolution of my mind
No, I don't give a fuck about the Barbican
Or the revolution of my mind

[Verse 2]
They were talking about America
I might as well have not been there
So I sang some Orbison to a friendly face
Either that or going on
About the mysteries of time and space
[Chorus]
Whole days moving in the wrong direction
The goal being the supersoul
Lost in the riddle of the grand deception
A fate to which I'm resigned

[Post-Chorus 2]
Oh, I don't give a fuck about America
Or the revolution of my mind
No, I don't give a fuck about America
Or the revolution of my mind

[Chorus]
Whole days moving in the wrong direction
The goal being the supersoul

[Outro]
They were talking about the Barbican
Again again
They were talking about the Barbican
Again again
They were talking about the Barbican